Tuesday, July 9: The Alcazaba de Málaga is the palace-fortress of the Moslem rulers of the city, mostly dating from the 11th century. It’s built on a spur and mostly adapted to its contours.
I decide to stop in for a visit, and there is a guy sitting at the entrance but he is not selling tickets. He points me to a machine that I can’t decipher at all and he has to talk me through every step. So why bother with the machine? Why not just sell the ticket? It seems like a big waste of a nation’s resources to me. Anyway, I plod up and up and up, irritated at the weather for being so hot.
As I climb to greater and greater heights, I’m able to see the city of Málaga and its port. Can you tell how hot it is from the photos?
The Alcazaba has some beautiful flowers and gardens, but it’s not as impressive as Seville’s Alcazar. Sometimes I wonder why, on our vacations, we make so much effort and end up so miserable in the process? Of course, we have to see these things. Of course we do. But sometimes I just want to sit at a cafe and drink about twenty cold beers! And then jump in the nearest fountain after.
The Alcazaba was mostly built of limestone, which crumbles easily, and has required frequent rebuilding during its existence. The most extensive was carried out by Badis, the Ziri king of Granada in the Taifa era, from 1040 and 1065. He fortified and enlarged it so extensively that some chroniclers consider him the original builder. The greater part of the palace dates from the 14th century, and it was largely restored in 1930.
By the time I climb up the hill in my explorations of the Alcazaba, sweat has soaked my hair and my clothes, which makes me look like a dank dishrag. Thank goodness there is no one here to take pictures of me for posterity. After having recently escaped Oman’s relentless heat, I’m surprised to find southern Spain experiences temperatures almost equal to the country I just left!
As I soldier on, I find grottoes, magnificent arches, and pools that look so inviting I’m temped to jump in!
Sadly, I can’t jump in, but I dream of doing just that. By the time I finish, I’m due to meet Barry, Barry and Carole at the Roman baths, where Barry left us originally. I think I’m going to take a dip in the pool tonight in the villa. 🙂